Pike
Someone’s fucking with the speaker
Louder move in closer
Borderline uncomfortable
I mention I’d like being caught
Up in all the of the floors
Of all of your house’s rooms
Head slipped off her leg, neck bent where you feel
Eyes lock, pinhead sized bugs in a field
On my skirt now
You say that was days ago, odd to notice
I agree yeah that shit's kind of fucking weird of me
Potential sickening me
No matter how vague
Ever so slightly pathetic
Shape that your hand is making
Always just a man
Who cuts in ruins things that feel safe
We turn from him hide in a corner
I just shake, it starts to rain
Avoidant-7th
Lyrics all girls
Covered in blood and cuts
That you’ll still take too far
Must be so easy to imagine things
That you’re so sheltered from
You want me total fag
You’re inside i feel it ripping
Cleaned your bedroom I'm your dad
Bugs in your walls, Richard Nixon
Kathleen is feeling sick
She made a brand new friend
You spilt her out your mouth
You fuck just like your head is bleeding
It’s all your fault, everyone knows it
Coward
16 sections zipped compressed and
Cut with strips of girls intentions
Avoidant 7th, 9th descriptor
I hope that you’re fucking embarrassed of yourself
Clearing
Cut off another strip and bite into it
Align me into rows like her, collected
She swears the air is clearing
I suffer her complimenting me
You taste like you should eat better
I won’t tell, my throat is burning up
Hundreds of insects
In your hair, they are my friends
They look tired from chewing holes in
my foundations, house unstable
Terminal block, ambient temperature
Several weeks locked in
Floral bedsheets deterred
You’ve soothed the instinct
Aversion you share with me
It’s underlying when we eat
Hundreds of insects
In your hair, they are my friends
They look tired from chewing holes in
my foundations, house unstable
Wordperfect Graphics Metafile (feat. indigogue browne...)
Feel the crash preemptive
Dry heaving in your bathroom
Your flatmate almost hears it
Dry knuckles
Lungs forbidden
It’s a secret
It’s a secret
My house is gone
My house is gone
Divulging lashes past my navel
You misstep lose your footing
Step in carcass bone is breaking
It’s a secret
It’s a secret
My house is gone
My house is gone
My house is gone
My house is gone
PCX
I can touch my face
Like when I was a child
There’s secrets to this
Places that are mine
I can touch my face
Like when I was a child
There’s secrets to this
Places that are mine
Turned, closed the door too hard
You say you know all that you are
You pull the threads off of the walls
I pin them back up when you’re gone
I am often strung dependant
Another month since you have written
Answers in stacks where I have slept
The floor’s obscured but i know where to step
I can’t stomach, hold my tongue and spit
But now I get it
I get it
I get it now
My brand new list
I’m so bored of cutting my knees on yours
I’m leaking slow through your shower
Washing stains off my legs, decorum
Turn up the heat, skin adorning
A stack of your pieces fell in the warmth
Reduction (pike ver)
All begged before
Just hang up the walls with the sheets
I won't bother I like stains
When they look like they'd like me
You could have turned
Endure looking like you'd rather not
And learned if it's still choking on your right
And if it looks exactly like you thought
I can't
It's not anyones fault
It's not
It's not
It's not
Key song (feat. scramble204)
You left your keys somewhere else
I watched you tear apart the house
It never feels quite like I've helped
You find things by yourself